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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
First of all I’d like to thank my connect: (The Augustus Publishing Manuscript Team). Jason Claiborne, Tamiko Maldonado, Joy Leftow. Good looking out, Clarence Haynes, Bobby Nickels, Sumya Ojakli, David Wilk, Bill Gladstone,Yolanda Palmer, Antonia, Kyle Harris. Elaine Hyatt, thank you for the advice. I also want to thank the book vendors on the street corners, Divine, Nel, Najee. I’d like to say, thanks to the booksellers, wholesalers and distributors in stores: Books In The Hood and Hue man. Jay-Clay we’ve come a long way, still doing it big, the Augustus Media Group. Most of all, I want to say; thanks, to you the customers and the many readers I write for. Much love for looking-out and pitching in your support for me and all my peers. From the start this is Black Art, Hip Hop fiction. Read on.
One Love, Anthony Whyte
PROLOGUE
“In order for me to be immortal all weak-ass muthafuckas and bitches must die…”
The bodyguard in the rear reached for his weapon and was felled by the sudden blast of two guns.
“If you ain’t heard, I said, weak muthafuckas and bitch-ass-niggas must die…!” the angered voice chanted.
More gunshots exploded, hitting the bodyguard up front. He lay crumpled as a pool of blood formed around his head. The girls darted for cover and heard the gruff voice shouting at them. Eric stood looking baffled by the commotion.
“No, no I ain’t gon’ kill y’all yet. Gi-Gi-Git da fuck back here, ya-ya-yall b-b-bitches! Yeah, nigga. I-I-I wa-want ya to knokno’ wh-wh-who da fu-fu-fuck I is. Then I’m a pu-pu-pump lead in ya bitch-ass! It’s me, Li-Li-Lil’ Long, muthafuckas! Remember me? I’m the one y’all bust ‘em caps in the last time. Yeah, that’s right. Luck was on my side.”
Coco, Deedee, Josephine and Eric, along with his two bodyguards, had just exited Club IV. The atmosphere had been electric inside. Exhausted from the night’s activity, the group was on their way to the parking lot. They froze when they heard the menacing chant.
“That’s right. In order for me to survive y’all weak ass muthafuckas must die! Die! Die!”
The shaken group held their breaths. Loud music was pumping and club kids were heard shouting in the club. Coco and Josephine had energized them with a high-octane midnight concert rapping and singing. Silky Black and the Chop Shop Crew got busy rapping and took the excitement generated by the girls to another level. The club-heads wanted more and were still going wild even after the performers left the stage. Cameras lights went off in rapid succession as the girls clowned and posed while leaving the club.
“I’m mad hungry, yo,” Coco said, joining Deedee, who was walking away with Eric and the bodyguards.
“That makes two of us,” Deedee said as she smiled and hugged Coco.
Coco stopped, pulled out a cigarette and lit up. They watched Josephine glamming it up for the paparazzi.
“She’s killing it, yo,” Coco said, pulling on her cigarette.
“Yes, she’s really feeling herself, huh?” Deedee said. Coco couldn’t help but notice the contempt dripping off Deedee’s lips.
“Do I detect a little hater-ation, yo?” Coco laughed and Deedee joined in.
“I’m just tired.”
“Me too, yo,” Coco admitted, pulling on the cigarette.
Later, Josephine, trailed by a couple of flashbulbs, hurried outside to join the others. Out in the early morning air, they could hear Rakim spitting in the background.
It’s been a long time /I shouldn’t have left you…
Without a strong rhyme to step to…
Think on how many weak shows you slept through
Time’s up… I’m sorry I kept you…
The lyrics were punctuated by gunshots and followed by surreal taunts from nemesis number one, Lil’ Long.
“Yeah bitch-ass, where you gon’ run now?”
“I-I-I wasn’t involved, mister. I wasn’t even in the city. I-I-I wasn’t…” Josephine said, shuddering excitedly.
“Bitch,